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 [Italy was lucky to find some wine in the pantry of the kitchen.

Drinking wine was natural for Italians.

It was natural for Italy to drink them.

It was even more natural for him to get drunk.

This was a good opportunity for him, if he even knows about it.

Anyone that is around the lobby would see a short auburn-haired Italian, with a curl on his left side, wearing an unbuttoned black shirt that exposed his chest and yellow swim-trunks. Was he cold? Why is he like this? How did he end up like this? Does he have shame? Any AT all?

These questions will be left unsaid as the Italian goes by humming to himself. His face is red as a tomato and is giggling to his hearts content.]

Yahoo!! I feel like'a singing a song! Anyone want to join? I'm gonna do it, so why not you?

((OOC: Open to anyone who happens to be in the lobby or someone who just overhears this in their journals.))

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[Shiki's a little less than sober, herself. So she'll be in the lobby, see Italy, see his hair curl, and instantly get confused.]

Hey... hey, you... weren't you a girl before?